Hudson house, Attic [by Karin Roffman]

Doorway to John Ashbery's Hudson, NY home.  Photo(c)Ahndraya Parlato

I want to thank David Lehman and Stacey Harwood for inviting me to blog about John Ashbery’s Hudson, New York home, and I want to particularly thank John Ashbery and David Kermani for letting me share a piece of the Hudson house with readers.

I am in the midst of a study on John Ashbery as a poet and collector, a project that considers his house (and the collections of objects in it, of which the house itself might be considered the first major piece of the collection) as a space just as important to understanding his poetry.  The house is autobiographical (whose house isn’t?), but since Ashbery is a writer who has repeatedly deflected autobiographical inquiries in interviews, the house, as one might expect, rarely, if ever, offers up evidence of direct autobiography.  Robert Harbison’s classic Eccentric Spaces (1977), a book Ashbery very much liked when he read it in the late 1970s, provides a nice articulation of this idea of architecture as modern narrator of a life: ““If one takes architecture as the expression of an individual life, one starts at the center rather than at the face, asking what space is created rather than what plot is filled” (22).

 Over the next few blog entries, I will introduce readers to a modest and hopefully intriguing sample of things from Ashbery’s house, which was built in 1894 and which he purchased in October 1978 (the house was featured once in the 1987 book American Victorian).  The items I have chosen to highlight are what I might call a selection of amuse bouches and are meant to, in Harbison’s metaphor, highlight the center(s) of the house rather than reveal its face. 

 If you are curious about the house and would like to learn more, please let me direct you also to two sites: the Ashbery Resource Center, a project of the Flow Chart Foundation  and Micaela Morisette’s wonderful 2008 Rain Taxi special online edition of essays on John Ashbery’s Created Spaces.

For this first entry today, I thought I would start in the attic and pull out one piece that is both quirky and representative in some ways.  My choice is Ashbery’s first French textbook, le Francais et la France, which I found lying on a shelf there last summer.

He used the book while taking French class during his sophomore and junior years at Sodus High School (a small town about thirty miles from Rochester).  Having skipped a grade, he began high school in the fall of 1940 at the age of thirteen. 

 The heavily annotated book contains a kind of Ashbery in miniature: on an empty page at the beginning of the book, he copied down the lyrics (in French) to “Deep Purple,” which his French teacher used to sing a lot in class: “When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls…”  Inside, there are many sketches; he added drawings (signposts, people, captions) to illustrate some of the goofier French phrases in the book (Ashbery was concurrently taking drawing classes every Friday at the Memorial Art Gallery in Rochester).  He also added sketches of “Great Moments in Opera” to improve Lesson 26, with exaggerated pictures of Carmen, Escamillo, and others (he listened to the Metropolitan Opera broadcast every Sunday).  There are some inserts too: a quiz, a handwritten copy of W.W.Gibson’s poem, “Plato’s Cave” (with the note Harpers—April, 1943), and a large sketch Ashbery created of a woman (see below). 

In short, this book is a microcosm of not only some of his interests as a fourteen and fifteen-year-old boy—drawing, music, poetry, French—but of what he is already doing with what he knows: combining it in unexpected ways, making fun of it, enjoying.

 I was in Paris a few weeks ago for the International Ashbery Conference (greatly organized by Antoine Cazé, Olivier Brossard, Abigail Lang, and Vincent Broqua) and one of the topics under discussion was why did Ashbery go to France in the 1950s and then stay so long?  How did speaking, living, and reading in French transform his poetry?  Did it?  Ashbery’s attic, that repository of the past, provides a glimpse of that future, even at the very beginning of it.

 A few more words about the attic (which, when I am up there, I often find myself humming the phrase “a gavotte of dust-motes” from "Wakefulness").  Like many attics, this one is full of old stuff that mingles: clothes, furniture, magazines from the 1930s and early 1940s, books from Ashbery’s grandparents’ and parents’ houses sit beside recent publications (by Ashbery and others).  In the corner are boxes of school notebooks and framed pictures left there by the previous owner of the house.  This attic also has steps that lead to a door to the roof.  I’ve only been out there once, but it is lovely.  Roofs are an unexpectedly comforting surface to look out on and there are many of them since Hudson is more city than country, even with those lush mountain views in the background.

Comments

[Marissa Despain]

this is so interesting. It must be wonderful to be left alone in Ashbery's attic. Thanks for sharing this here.

[DL]

Thanks for this excellent post and the promise of more. Enjoyed the presentation of JA's HS French textbook, and am particularly glad you mentioned Robert Harbison's "Eccentric Spaces," a superb book. Bob and I were fellows at Cornell's Society for the Humanities in 1980-81 and when JA came up to Ithaca to give a reading, I remember his delight at meeting the author of "Eccentric Spaces."